The Legend Lives On

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen

Hook's Point of View

I sat at my desk inside the Captain's quarters, studying my map which got us out of Neverland and back. It was almost time to go forth with the plan I had cooked up in my skull that would perish Peter Pan once and for all.

That perpectuating little girl would soon be abandoned back to the real world. We would leave her lost and alone, isolated from Peter Pan or even the hint of his existance. She would be so adrift that she would begin to wonder whether any of her adventures with Peter and the boys had even taken place, and if she had just dreamt it all up in her deranged mind.

Without a clue as to where we had marooned his fanciful lass, Pan would soon come to conclude that we had eliminated her perminantly. He would be crushed, maybe even devastated enough that his inner strength would deminish, and he would be an easy defeat. I would capture that retched boy once and for all and force him to grow old.

But I soon encountered a flaw in this plan. A flaw, that fortunately, was easily solvable. I couldn't leave Peter Pan and May in the same world, for with Peter's luck, he would surely find her and reunite. They had to be separated as far as I could manage. Even being in different worlds was too risky. The perfect solution to this problem, was to end May forever. To take her life right in front of poor Peter Pan's desperate eyes, so he knew that his joy was finished. Because the only way to truly defeat the boy who refuses to grow old, is to kill his happiness so he would have no choice but to grow up willingly.

As for that aggravating fairy, well, she'll have the same fate as the rest of those tiny creatures; extinction.

There was only one potential fault that I could not risk; the questionable alegiance of another on board of my ship.

At that thought, I gave a command. "Fetch the boy."

The boatswain nodded obediently and left the room. Soon enough, he returned with Danny to his side. I waved my hand at him to leave the room.

"Danny, my dear boy, step inside and make yourself at home." I shot him the most welcoming smile I could manage.

"Captain." He smirked and took a seat inside a cusioned chair, pulling his booted feet up onto my desk. I bit my toungue to stop myself from jabbing my hooked hand into his throat. "I see you're a happy fellow, ain't ya'?"

I stood, walking towards my shelves and searching for a flask to spare. I soon found it and reached for two glasses.

"Aye, that I am." Placing the glasses onto the desk, I began to poor the rum inside. I continued the conversation. "And it's all thanks to your help. The way you lured the innocent girl into trusting you, following you right into our trap. Bloody brilliant, it was."

As I handed him the glass, I could see a chuckle vibrate from his chest. "I guess it was, wasn't it?"

"Indeed." I sipped my glass, glaring at the arrogance Danny portrayed. At times, he could be just as irritating as Peter Pan himself. "The plan will soon continue to my victory."

Danny stood up in his seat, and asked, "What's the next step?"

I arose from my seat and made my way towards the door to secure it. Through the peep hole, I could see the guards positioned in front of the brig as told. "The girl will be killed tomorrow evening. We will keep the body as proof to Peter Pan that she is dead, and he will be weak enough to be defeated. He will be able to play no tricks."

I hear a clash of glass, and turn around to see that he had dropped his glass of wine. His mouth was agape, but he soon contained his wit once more. "Excuse me? Killed?"